I was sitting in the front seat between my parents in our 48 Chevy. My sister was asleep in the back seat. We were on our way to my grandparents’ farm in Kentucky. It was dark, and I had been sleeping with my mother’s left arm around me.

Every time I would awaken I would ask her the same question. “Where are we?” Mom would tell me, but her answer didn’t help. I was asking the wrong question. I wanted to know how much longer I would have to wait. I have never been good at waiting.

Being a widower, gives me an advantage. My roots in this life are much shallower than they once were. I do long for Heaven. God could take me home before I post this blog. He knows I am more than ready to go. However, is it for the right reasons? Do I see Heaven as the ultimate escape from a cursed world? Yes, I do!

If you are like me, even a little bit, we have to be honest. Are we asking the wrong question? We know that death is certain for all of us. We know that Christ will return. Perhaps our question shouldn’t be, “Jesus, when are you coming again?” The better question might be, “God will you help me to honor and serve you in all that I do and say as long as you give me breath?”

We are getting close to a national boiling point, and we may have crossed the point of no return. We know how we got here. The pressing question as I see it is, do we want God to empower his church? Do we want it badly enough to ask God to let it start with us?

This is my prayer. Father, sin continues to darken this world and weaken the influence of your church. Forgive me for sometimes wanting an escape more than I want to serve and honor you. As long as you give me breath, may your spirit be a light in and through me. Use me. I want to be all in for you!

PS - My mother died three years ago today (8/25/2017). I am posting this blog in her honor.

Stan Means
Elder Source Senior Ministries
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